The Morality of God: A Fable ( FtA )

My atheist brothers and sisters will not find this fable particularly challenging, but perhaps rhetorically useful.  Originally posted at the RC, it only got 99 comments.  Strange, I thought at the time, that so few theists were willing to engage it.

One day for no obvious reason god creates little Johnny and Susan. Susan is made bright and kind and eats veggies, of which there is enough for her to last her lifetime. Johnny has claws and fangs and eats meat, of which Susan is the only kind around. God says to little Johnny "be good, and don't eat little Susan, or you shall surely suffer by me!" But little Johnny kills Susan and eats her all up.
God says to little Johnny: "You are a very bad boy, Johnny, for you have disobeyed me. I will therefore cause you incessant pain and hunger, and the longer you do not eat of the other children, the stronger the pain and hunger." So Johnny eats his fill of other children, and he is free of the pain of hunger.

So god says to little Johnny: "You are so worthless, little Johnny Creation, that I shall ensure you live on after death in unending suffering. But I am a gentle and forgiving god, therefore I give to you this promise: if you shall not eat of the children, and eat instead of the green veggies, I will spare you this terrible fate." But little Johnny was made to eat meat, and so he must, and so he does.
Of all the children only Johnny grows older, since the others never live long enough to become adults. Because Johnny eats them. One of them is Emily, an outspoken girl. As older Johnny begins to swallow her up, from her feet to her shoulders, little Emily shouts at god: "Why did you make him eat only meat, god? What have I done to be killed so terribly?"

So god replies to Emily: "Poor child! I offered older Johnny way out of this mess, but alas he did not choose it. But not to worry! Your suffering shall not be in vain.  If you have a copy of my promise to send you to heaven, of course.  Do you have that, my dear?" And Emily responds: "You never gave me a copy, god, and you created Johnny with the need to kill for meat. Why not just create steaks for Johnny to choose instead?" So god in its great high wisdom says to her: "Were it so easy to be god, dear child! But I cannot, for how could Johnny show his love for me by his own choice, if there were such an easy alternative? Would you rather I had made Johnny a slave?"

By then it was too late for little Emily to answer, as she'd been swallowed up to the tips of her long dark hair. If she could've answered, some of her friends still say, she would have said "Of course I would rather Johnny were a slave than a cruel murderer of me!"

When old Johnny finally died, many a child had been his meal, but no one remembered little Susan or Emily, or any of the others, because they were all too young. Then god saw that his veggie eating Creations had no fear, nor worry, for there was no Johnny to eat them and all the veggies they could want. So god cursed them, that they should have the freedom to really choose to love god, and destroyed the veggie forests, leaving only enough for one child in three. "Now you can be happy and saved at last!" said god. "You have only to eat in peace and not harm your neighbor, else you too will suffer like Johnny's ghost does now." And there was a great wailing from a lonely cave in a volcano many miles away, so great was it that all the children heard it, and were afraid.

And hungry. In time the children grew older, those that didn't starve to death. Some young men and women became so hungry they stole from others, such that the others died of starvation. Still others would actually kill their neighbors, so that they themselves might live.

In time many more of god's Creations lived in misery with Johnny than in happiness in heaven. But they were bad children, and the heavenly souls were good, and the suffering of the many made the few proud, and happier still. And god was pleased with the work it had wrought, and all the happy children praised its righteousness and love, though none of the living Creations could ever hear them.

And now you must choose the moral of this moral fable:  Do the Creations of god, the living and the dead, have the right to complain about their fates? Or are they justly rewarded or punished?